Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.